7. Plans
Cassius
I awoke to the feeling of Faith’s smooth, soft skin beneath me.
And the feel of my thickening cock, which apparently couldn’t get enough of the girl.
It was time. I needed to take the virgin, to slake my lust, to get her out of my system. Because never had I ever fallen asleep holding a woman I hadn’t slept with before. We clung to each other like lovers, like soulmates. This would not do.
I extricated myself from her, climbing from the bed as she watched. I grabbed my cell phone and called the Madam. “Gina, please prepare the Master Chamber. I’m taking Faith there shortly.”
“Yes, Sir.” She hesitated momentarily before asking, “You’re renewing your platinum rights to her?”
“I’m paying double. Faith’s mine for the taking. She’ll be back on the market tomorrow, but no one else may touch her for now.”
“Yes, Sir,” Gina said obligingly. “I’ll have the suite prepared immediately. Any specialrequests?”
I glanced over at Faith, who was still watching me, eyes wide.
“Non-alcoholic champagne. And dinner—something light.” I hung up and nodded at the girl. “Return to your suite immediately to shower. Get dressed for a date. I want you in a white gown and wear nothing underneath. Do you understand?”
She sat up a little. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do not look at another man or speak to one on your way back to the mansion. Are we clear?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“The Madam will come to your room in one hour. She’ll bring you to the Master Chamber, where I’ll be waiting. Will you be ready for me?”
She nodded. Then she said breathlessly, “I can’t wait, Sir.”
“You can’t wait to see me? Or for me to take your virginity?” I asked, despite myself. I was genuinely curious.
“B-Both, Sir. I can’t wait to be with you again.” Her cheeks reddened.
Her statement undid me. “I see.”
I went back to the bed, and fool that I was, I kissed her again. Our tongues connected, and I felt a surge of electricity deep in my core. I sank my hands into her hair, luxuriating in its thickness, in the way she tilted her head up for me, her mouth and tongue eager for mine.
I deepened the kiss, losing myself in her sweet taste. Her tongue was tentative against mine, but then she reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, her breasts rubbing against my chest.
I got hard again. Rock hard. The tip of my cock wept for the girl.
“You don’t have to wait,” I said gruffly. The good news was, neither did I. In one hour, we’d reunite in the Master Chamber. In one hour, I’d be inside Faith. But for now, I’d find a way to satiate us quickly.
I laid her back on the bed, nudging her legs apart with my knee. She watched me, eyes wide and wild. “We’re not doing that. That’s for later.”
I placed my screaming-erect cock against her hot, wet folds. “This is just for right now.”
I slid against her slickness, coating my hard length in her wetness. Faith cried out, arching her back as I glided between her wet heat, the tip of my cock grazing her clit.
“Cassius!” Her eyes rolled back in her head as she sank into the pleasure of my touch. We were both raw from the last twenty-four hours, but it made this latest exchange feel better. Every inch of my dick was alive with pleasure. I stroked her sex with my sex, both of us coated in the glorious wetness of her arousal. Faith’s hips bucked as she met each thrust. Her mouth formed a little o, and it made me want to bury my dick in between her lips again. And I would—but later.
Because right now, I was about to make her come again.
I leaned up on my hands, my ass working as I thrust and glided against her soaking-wet sex. The friction increased between us, as did the heat. It was so easy with this girl, so effortless and natural. Faith was a virgin, but that wasn’t holding her back. She instinctually ground herself against me, increasing my pleasure, her perfect tits bouncing up and down as she shamelessly rode my rigid length. I couldn’twaitto penetrate her, to shatter her, to make her crystallize and explode into a million little pieces. But for now, the sensation of my cock gliding up against her swollen, wet, eager slit was good enough. My tip massaged her clit, hitting it again and again, and she cried out, dragging her nails down my back.
“Cassius!”
Faith shattered beneath me. She came so hard she soaked my cock, and that was all I needed. The pressure built inside me, immediate, inescapable, and inevitable. Time stopped as I pulsed against her wet, shattering heat. Faith… Faith… “Faith!”
I came all over her sex. She rubbed shamelessly against me, her tender, swollen clit engulfed in my cum, and she cried out again. My body was still spasming as another orgasm tore through her—I laughed, or at least I thought I did. I was out of my mind. Our bodies shuddered together, extreme pleasure obliterating us as we were both lost in each other, lost to the riptide, pulled under, and reborn again.
Faith buried herself against my chest. She was shaking and shivering, vulnerable and raw, just begging to be held.
So I held her. Because… because.
She clung to me, and something unfurled inside my chest.
And all I could think was, fuck. This girl.
She was going to be the death of me.